Chapter 221 Casefile·8: Autumn Hunting (7)
Even though the faces of the nobles were covered by masks, Dresi could still smell the fear emanating from them.
However, at this point, she will no longer give these cowards and fence-sitters any chance to regret.
She grinned and beckoned her fingers at her subordinates. Balls of soul fire flew out from their chests, and the nobles immediately collapsed one after another and fell to the ground.
These are pure soul energies. Not the superficial energies of emotions and memories, but actual pieces of the soul itself.
However, Dresi held back. She took only a tiny bit of soul from each noble, which would not cause any permanent damage that would be visible on the body. At most, it would only make these people look weaker in the morning, as if their bodies had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
Of course, their overall lifespan would also be shortened, but that was not something Dracy needed to worry about.
After all, in this dangerous world, anyone can die in the next second.
"That's good," Dresi held the soul fire like a bucket of freshly baked, still steaming popcorn. "With these souls replenished, I can return to my previous appearance. The most important thing is that no one died, and there was no sudden and abnormal aging. Mabry wouldn't notice anything unusual... As for these good-for-nothings looking a little weak... what does it matter? After four days of hard rides in the carriage, it's normal for these guys to feel unsteady on their feet!"
Before her plans could proceed, she had to maintain as much semblance of peace and tranquility as possible until Maybury died.
At that point, she would assume the identity of Elenor, confess her crime of poisoning the king, and then, in public, commit suicide in a spectacular manner. Of course, only the body itself would be annihilated. She would stage a dramatic escape, secretly taking over Winston's body and obtaining the ultimate treasure of her plan.
Everything made perfect sense. King Maybury, having offended so many German nobles, was murdered by a deranged widow consumed by hatred after the loss of her husband. And what connection could Elenor's crimes, committed for the benefit of the German nobles, have with Winston, who remained loyal to His Majesty? They weren't even part of the same faction!
By then, people would only remember Elenor's tearful, blood-soaked accusation. They would excitedly discuss the widowed assassin, hypocritically mourn the king's death, lament Maybury's failed reforms, and then, after the next king ascended the throne, turn all their attention to the next exciting topic.
No one would know that a lich had quietly switched sides. Then, King Maybury's trusted followers would regard her as the king's own child, and she could continue to manipulate Evil Eye Moon's minions through them... She would even secretly eliminate those who stood in her way when the time was right—regardless of who they once were, regardless of whether they had sacrificed or dedicated themselves to her.
She will become the only emperor who secretly controls the entire situation! No matter which faction, they will obey her orders! Then, she will manipulate the two forces under her control and change the country's name to the "Dresi Empire"!
She can legitimately commemorate her past self and gain the power she has dreamed of in two lifetimes. Then, she will find the thief who stole her wealth and take back everything that belongs to her!
...The only problem left is to deal with that sharp guy Mebucha.
This matter is a bit difficult to handle. After all, Mebucha is indeed capable and loyal to his elder brother. Dresi has not yet figured out how to deal with him.
"There's no rush." Drexi ordered the men who had surrendered their soul fire to disperse and return to the palace. She herself held the pile of soul fire and stayed in the silent and deserted forest, devouring it while lost in thought. "And that damned little lich with a beast-like appetite and her boyfriend, I have to find a way to get rid of them too!"
Just recalling the horrific memory of being sucked tightly into that gluttonous maw, its ruthless iron jaws biting and chewing her, Dresi felt a dull pain in her soul. She shuddered with lingering fear and thought to herself, "There's no rush... I can save her for last, and let my men worry about how to deal with her..."
Thinking of this, a trace of doubt suddenly crossed Drexi's heart. "Why haven't Mi Funa and Number Four contacted each other for so long? Could they have gone off to slack off somewhere again? Forget it, I'll wait until I finish dealing with things here before I go find those lazy guys who always slack off... It's really not easy to be a boss these days. You have to do everything yourself..."
Suddenly, in the quiet forest, there was a crisp sound of branches breaking.
"Who's there!" Dresi looked up alertly and asked sternly.
A figure wearing a black robe and a mask walked out. Dresi felt a little relieved and asked, "Why haven't you gone back yet... No, wait a minute!"
Her eyes fell on the particularly thick and familiar magic wand on the other person's back, and she suddenly became a little flustered: "You, you are..."
"Yes, it's me." Mebucha leisurely lifted his hood and took off his mask. "Long time no see, Her Royal Highness Princess Deresi Delman."
Deresi lowered her head and glanced at the soul fire in her arms that she had not yet finished eating. Her brain began to work rapidly, almost sparking, but she still could not think of a suitable excuse to reasonably explain this scene.
So she threw in the towel and said, "Long time no see, Mebucha. How much do you know?"
"I know almost everything." Mebucha took off his staff. "Maybe there are still some details missing, but that's not important. As long as I know that you are the biggest mastermind behind this, that's enough."
He sighed deeply and pointed his staff at Deresi: "Surrender, lich."
"Hahaha!" Drexi sneered arrogantly. "Just relying on you, you think I'll surrender? You really overestimate yourself, the so-called 'Great Mage'!"
She shed Elenor's body like she was taking off a piece of clothing. A ball of terrifying purple-black soul fire, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, broke out from the limp body on the ground and instantly absorbed all the noble soul fires floating around.
It began to stretch and grow larger, growing sharp and terrifying claws, and sprouting two twisted, ugly heads that looked like roaring mummy.
"I don't overestimate myself." Mebucha smiled and snapped his fingers. Team after team of knights emerged from the dense forest and surrounded the clearing where Deresi was. "You are surrounded."
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